and you keep me a measure from impact

Yes, brain, I'm aware that it's hot. But I'd really appreciate it if you didn't bombard me with Katee and Trucco flirting, giggling and having sex all day. Again. There's only so much I can take.

eta: also, have figured out what bugs me about the new Coldplay single: it sounds like the Pet Shop Boys. Which, not a problem, except that it's neither as lovely and bouncy as Se a Vida e nor as wickedly amusing as Delusions of Grandeur. I'm sorry, Coldplay, try again. Maybe do some Depeche Mode this time?